I, the mortal, come from the great world of Xuanhuang

"Everything you've done is actually for yourself. It's not for your so-called younger brother at all. You've never cared about your brother; all you care about is your own interests. Everything you've done is for yourself, never for anyone else. You've never thought about anyone else. Although I don't know why you came into this world, I'm certain that you didn't come for anyone else; you came for yourself. Your purpose is actually very pure. You've only ever thought about yourself and never about anyone else. Under these circumstances, everything you say is not worth believing."

The black cat's words were like daggers, each one a barb against the other's heart. For Fang Yu, they held no meaning, value, or influence. What the black cat said might have some effect on others, but it was unnecessary for Fang Yu. He knew the black cat's purpose, so he didn't need to concern himself with its thoughts; they were irrelevant to him. He didn't need to ask; he simply needed to listen.

"Are you finished? If you are, then leave now. Don't stand here. Standing here won't do you any good, and I'm not going to leave just because of your words. Of course, you're not going to leave just because of my words either. We're in the same boat, but I hope you can leave, at least for now, and not appear in front of my brother. You're completely useless, utterly useless. As for why, I think you know very well. You just need to keep this black cat by my brother's side. It can provide him with some help, and that help is very important to him. So I hope it stays with my brother. There's another thing: you've got your head stuck in a door. You don't understand what's important right now, what you should be doing. Instead, you're stubbornly thinking about other things. This is definitely not good for you, at least not for you both. I don't need to say more; you should understand that."

"If neither of us can convince the other, you should leave now. There's no point in continuing this conversation; it's pointless and useless. We've already tried every possible method, so there's no need to try again. You should go back and do your own thing, instead of trying to get rid of me. First, your method won't work; second, even if it did, you wouldn't dare to do it because the cost would be too high, a consequence you can't afford."

"I need to change some things, change some tragedies—tragedies that shouldn't have happened, but were forced to happen because of your stupidity. In this situation, my appearance is absolutely right, not a mistake. So it's you who should leave. Those tragedies shouldn't have happened, those things you designed shouldn't have happened. Their occurrence won't help him grow, it will only make him sad. In this situation, as his older brother, wouldn't it be too unfair if I didn't help? In this situation, I have to help no matter what, no matter the cost, of course, I'll help because of my own purpose. This is what I should do, so don't say these nonsense. Saying these nonsense is useless, because neither of us can persuade the other."

"Speaking of which, your appearance can indeed change a lot of things. It could be said that your appearance has caused some changes to our plans, but it may also make our plans more complete and perfect. Just as you said, it won't cause too many tragedies. But those tragedies are also a kind of training for him, and they can help him grow faster. If you keep protecting him, it won't be a good thing for him. You should know this better than I do, so why don't you realize it?"

"It's not that I'm unaware of my own limitations, but I must change those tragedies. Preventing those tragedies will allow him to grow, albeit more slowly. And I will ensure he doesn't have to endure unnecessary tragedies. Unnecessary tragedies only cause him suffering. At least he won't need to become stronger; with me as his older brother, he won't need to do that. I'll handle everything. Of course, you don't have to believe me, but you should. And whether you believe me or not doesn't really matter to me, because everything I do is for myself. Whether you believe me or not, it's not that important to me. Alright, I've said everything I needed to say." It's clear now, you should leave. By the way, could you tell me who's coming next to try and persuade me? You've all come one after another to try and get me to leave, so I need to prepare a guest list, right? I have to have these things ready, otherwise, it would be too impolite of me not to know who the next person is. I don't want to be impolite; that wouldn't be good for me. So please tell me who the next guest will be? So I can give them a proper welcome. Is this the last guest? If they don't come soon, I'll have to leave. Of course, I'm not leaving this world; I'm going to do what I need to do. I don't have time, and I don't have... I have the leisure to wait for you here. Your arrival is not a good thing for me. I really don't want to wait for you here. Your arrival will affect my cultivation and my work. To put it bluntly, I'm annoyed by you. Your arrival irritates me because I know it will seriously affect what I need to do, and these things are very important to me. But you insist on coming, which will interfere with my work. If I don't do these things well, then future tragedies may occur. To be honest, I really don't want future tragedies to happen, but you want them to happen. I even suspect that future tragedies are deliberately created by you. "It was all planned by you, deliberately orchestrated to make him grow up as quickly as possible. But what you did was utterly shameless, shameless to the extreme, you know? Absolutely shameless to an unimaginable degree. Therefore, I truly loathe your behavior, loathe it beyond comprehension. I don't like you either, and I hope you will no longer appear in my brother's world. This will only benefit both of you, and it will do him no harm. If you insist on appearing in his world, you might anger me. And if you anger me, don't blame me for being impolite. Whether you die then, I don't know."

"Perhaps others dare not harm you, perhaps others cannot kill you, but I dare to harm you, and I dare to kill you. This is not a difficult thing for me, nor is it something I cannot do. You may make me wary, but not afraid. I will only be wary of you, but I will absolutely not feel the slightest fear. For me, anyone who interferes with what I am about to do is my enemy, and I will never forgive them. I will make them pay a sufficient price. If you don't believe me, you can try. Anyway, I am just warning you. You can take it as a warning or a reminder, it doesn't matter." If you see this as a warning, then be prepared; if you see it as a reminder, then don't do it. But I think you'll see it as a warning, and you'll be prepared to do what you want, what you think is right—I have no objection to that. But don't cross my bottom line. If you do, I won't hesitate to kill you all; it's not difficult for me. I think you understand that. So don't think I have anything to talk to you about. The reason I'm speaking calmly with you here is to know if the guest I'm about to face is beneficial to me. There's no benefit to it. If it's beneficial to me, then thank you for telling me; if it's meaningless, that's fine too. But I feel that this last guest should be beneficial to me, at least that's how I feel. I hope nothing goes wrong. If something goes wrong, it would be truly regrettable, and I hope that doesn't happen. It wouldn't be good for either of us, right? So I hope you can go back and stay put, and not loiter around me. Loitering around me isn't good for either of us. It would just be a waste of our time. Our time is precious, and I don't want it wasted. My time is valuable, and I cherish it. I hope you can understand what I'm saying and stop wasting my time. Leave now, get out of here! That's what you should be doing, not trying every means to get rid of me and then attacking my brother. If there's a next time, don't blame me for being ruthless. I'll kill you all. Under these circumstances, you should know very well what I'm going to do. I've made it very clear: I will kill you all. Once I've killed you all, your plans will be ruined. And so, it all fell through. Others can't do it, but I can; others won't do it, but I will. That's the difference between me and others, and it's the main reason you're so determined to drive me away—because you're afraid, afraid I'll kill you all. In reality, I'm capable of doing that. You know this very well, you understand it perfectly well, so you're afraid, very afraid, afraid I'll do it. But I can tell you, as long as you don't cross my bottom line, I won't do it. But I hope you won't cross my bottom line. I hope you can be rational and not do anything foolish. Although you are all incredibly foolish, so foolish that I can't even imagine it, I truly cannot fathom how someone as foolish as you could have cultivated to such a level, to such a state. It's a question I simply cannot fathom, a question that raises serious doubts, very serious doubts, you know? This is a question that is extremely doubtful, something I truly cannot understand, something I desperately want to understand. I've already made myself so clear and direct, yet you still insist on disturbing my world, on disturbing my younger brother. Don't you find it really... Are you all just plain stupid? Stupid to the point of being outrageous. Honestly, your existence leaves me speechless, unable to face you. I don't know how to deal with you guys. You've shocked me, surprised me beyond belief, left me speechless, completely bewildered. In this situation, everything you've done is meaningless, because you're already utterly stupid. No amount of talking or criticism will help. There's no point in saying anything, no point in criticizing you. Criticism is useless because you're hopelessly stupid. Criticizing you further under these circumstances would only... What does this mean, right? I know you think I'm insulting you, but I really am. I'm not just insulting you, I'm insulting all of you idiots. You're all incredibly stupid, so stupid it gives me a headache. Really, you're so stupid it gives me a headache, but there's nothing I can do about it. If I don't insult you, probably no one else will, and no one will dare to. So all I can say is that you're a bunch of idiots. That's all I can say. You're nothing but a bunch of idiots. This is the reminder I can give you, and also a reprimand. In short, I hope you can use your brains a little more from now on and not do anything stupid. (End of Chapter)